Thinking of love, I feel it's a verb. Knowing it's not from above, is a spiritual proverb. In order to create, one's technology must be superb. And to see the truth, I had to read beyond the blurb. Then I figured that not all interesting novels have a good spine. But there's this cute parcel of mine, Which wakes me by a daily chime, In my quest to kidnap a finger of thine, To help ring my bell for a lifetime. But what is love? Is it a feeling of ripples on a nipple, A thought of not forgetting people, Or the romantic things making sex simple, It's not just a noun whose bonding qualities are ample. Love is beyond the care I show to you as an example, And more than a sweet pothole in your cheek called dimple, Nor the smell of a perfume. It's a little more than poems saying "you are a pure perpetual plume" My love, and its definition is in your youth. Your smile and tone is so couth, Sticking on the walls of...
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